When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

and kissed her.

Not quickly. Not like a mistake.

Like habit.

I took a photo.

Then another.

Then I sent them both to my father and Robert.

My father replied with only two words.

Got them.

That night, Mark was affectionate.

Of course he was.

He ordered takeout from my favorite Thai place. He rubbed my shoulders while we watched television. He told me I looked continue reading …